He was crying.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

What had brought this horrible thing on…..had he done something? No…it was something else. And he might never know. He was twenty-six years old, while the other man was twenty-seven. He sighed and closed his blood-shot eyes. Then he began to remember.

A fourteen year old and a fifteen year old were leaping around on a bed screaming along with the lyrics of Original Prankster. “KNOCK DOWN THE WALLS, IT’S ALIVE IN YOU!!!” Suddenly the door flew open and Vegeta stormed in and yelled “SHUT THAT DAMN MUSIC OFF BEFORE I BLOW IT UP!” Trunks quickly leapt off the bed and shut the music off. Goten sat down on the bed and cringed as he saw the look on Vegeta’s face. That’s when he realized what Vegeta was wearing.

Trunks noticed at about the same time and they gaped.

“What the HELL are you wearing, dad?!” Trunks blurted out. Goten and Trunks just stared at Vegeta as he looked down at himself and turned crimson.

Nothing but a thong.

Trunks and Goten began to laugh. Hard. Vegeta was glaring at them as if he was about to kill them. Which, he probably was. But that didn’t stop them. Trunks promptly rolled off the bed. Vegeta flushed as red as red can get all the way to the roots of his hair. He tried to say something, but gave up and stormed out of the room. His entire body had turned red. By now, Goten and Trunks had tears in their eyes and were clutching their stomachs. Trunks reached weakly up onto the bed and grabbed Goten’s ankle. He pulled him down and tried to say something, but it came out sounding like, “Dii ooooo seeee….. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Goten laughed even harder at his friend’s inability to speak. After about ten minutes they finally just lay on the floor breathing. Trunks sat up and looked down at Goten. Goten…was asleep! He studied the pale complexion and long black eyelashes. The spiky black hair that was spilled out on the floor in a dark cascade. Then his eyes ran down Goten’s body. He could see the muscles under Goten’s thin shirt…Trunks’ stomach clenched. He had been having these thoughts about Goten recently. Wanting to touch him and hold him. Why did he want to run his fingers down that toned chest? And through the black hair? He sat stiff staring unseeing at Goten when he realized Goten was staring back at him. His forehead creased. Goten threw a gentle punch at him, then asked, “What’s wrong, Trunks?”

Trunks replied quickly, “Nothing…” Goten gave him a critical look. “You’re lying. I can always tell when you’re lying.”

Trunks felt himself flush. Did Goten know and he was trying to get him to say it? Trunks looked up and said, “If I tell you will you promise not to hate me forever?” Goten gave him a strange look. “How could I ever hate you, Trunks?” Trunks shifted uncomfortably. “Fine I’ll tell you……I like you, Goten."

Goten laughed. “Is that it?” Then he saw the look on Trunks’ face. “Oh my….you mean like THAT?” Quietly, Trunks said, “Yes.”

Goten gazed at him. But there was no hate or disgust in his look. Suddenly, and very timidly, he reached out his hand and took Trunks’. Trunks’ head snapped up and he stared in disbelief. Then Goten edged closer to Trunks.

Trunks was in shock. He hadn't even assumed Goten had feelings like that for him. He came out of his shock quickly, though, as Goten was looking at him with a smile playing on his perfect lips. Goten stood and walked over to the door, reached up, and flicked off the lights.

"Let's play."

Trunks laughed and stood up with his hands help blindly out in front of him. He began to walk, or, rather, stumble, through the huge mess on his floor. Something brushed against the top of his head. He quickly flung his hand up. It connected with an ankle. Or, at least, he hoped it was an ankle. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around his chest from behind. He made a small noise as Goten hugged him gently. Soft lips brushed against his ear and the back of his neck, and he felt a tongue flick out to taste his neck. He shivered at the sensation. Goten ran his hands gently down Trunks' body, caressing him. Goten pulled the other boy's hips back into his. Trunks turned his head slightly, and hesitantly brushed his lips against Goten's cheek. He met him just as cautiously, and their lips met. It was gentle and sweet, slow and tender.

Part Two